“For the True Queens,” I rasped, raising my flail high before my arm went limp at my side, Justin’s dead weight stealing the last of my breath. My eyes became hooded as I clung to consciousness, wishing for one more glimpse of my salamander before I stepped into the nevermore where my sweet Mama and dear Daddy awaited me. I could feel them close by, guiding me away, but oh, if only I could stay. If only, if only.
I hate this book
